He turned her and forced her facedown over his knees, her abdomen to his thighs and her butt once again in the air. Then he took the belt. “Put it in your mouth and bite down.”
He was crazy, yet she wanted to do as he asked. Sinking her teeth into the leather to anchor it, she rested her elbows on the bed beside him, her knees bent, one foot on the floor.
She squeaked at the first whack of his hand, then laughed around the belt in her mouth. It didn’t hurt, especially when he caressed her cheek afterwards.
“You’ve been a bad girl for lying to me about your husband, so I have to spank you.” Then he rolled down over her body and whispered, “Don’t laugh, or I’ll have to hurt you.”
He slapped her with the flat of his hand, a slight sting radiating out, and this time he slipped his fingers down to caress her pussy. By spreading her legs slightly and bracing herself higher with her one foot on the floor, she gave him better access. And oh she was wet. Moaning around the leather in her mouth, she gave him what he wanted.
He whacked her again. With her butt higher and more of her flesh exposed, the sting shimmied out to her pussy. Trinity moaned for real, pushing back against his hand, begging for more.
Beneath her belly, his cock pulsed, and she rubbed herself against him. He spanked again, then immediately entered her creamy depths with a finger. Oh God. Trinity bit hard and panted. The pleasure, mixed with a hint of pain, was sweet. She wanted more.
Again and again, he swatted her, and each time, he slid deeper, rubbing her clitoris, the sensitive skin between her pussy and her rear. She writhed and moaned.
“Christ, I love the sounds you make.”
It wasn’t enough, the touches too quick, teasing. She rode the edge, never quite able to bring herself over.
Which was exactly what he wanted. “You’re very wet. I think you like this.”
She moaned and nodded, wiggled her butt, begging. With each slap, the pain was a tad more intense, yet the pleasure soared. Her bottom tingled, burned slightly, her flesh sensitive, needy. She tried to rub herself, even put her hand between her legs, but he chastised her.
“I’ll stop if you don’t behave.”
She groaned in answer. His hand took her once again, and this time he played her clitoris until she felt the building implosion. Almost there, please, please.
And he was gone. “Your ass is red and delicious.” He bent to kiss one cheek, then licked her.
She wanted to scream. Reaching between them, she palmed his cock, caressed him. He pulsed in her grip, yet he didn’t give her what she wanted.
Beneath her, he shifted. When he straightened, he came at her again, this time probing her with the hard plastic vibrator. He slid it inside, filling her, then left it deep.
“Do you like that?”
She nodded, moaned, bucked a little trying to get the thing to move inside her.
“Remove the belt and tell me how much you like it.”
Spitting out the leather, her mouth dry, her senses reeling, she rocked against him. “It’s so good. I don’t know why, but it is.” Her throat clogged, her eyes teared. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
Oh God. She wanted so much. “Please do it. Do me.”
“You want me to fuck you? Say it.” He encouraged her with a sharp swat that made her groan and writhe against him.
Lord. “Yes. Please fuck me.”
The vibrator buzzed inside her, and she spread her legs as wide as she could without falling, pushing back on it, on him.
And he fucked her with it. It was a feeling like no other, the intense buzz inside, her body sensitive and aching, her nipples rasping against the coverlet.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come, please, make me come. I want it so bad.” She didn’t know exactly what she said or how long she pleaded.
Then he reached beneath her and stroked her clitoris at the same time, and Trinity screamed as an orgasm rolled her under like an ocean wave.
When she came to, he was buried inside her. She couldn’t quite remember how he got there. Her back flush against the carpet, he braced himself above her, his gaze a deep, dark pool.
Then he started to move. Trinity closed her eyes. Withdrawing almost to the tip, he held, flexed, took her with small pumps of his hips.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
She did, and Scott lost himself in the blue depths. Her body sucked him deeper, and he held a moment, savoring the sensation. Watching her fall over the edge, he’d barely managed to don the condom before he had to get inside her or die. As it was, his pants were around his knees.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her eyes all pupil now.
Genteel, fastidious, he loved the dirty talk on her lips. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Hard and deep and fast.”
He flexed inside, short, fast pumps until she gasped.
“Is that how you want it?”
“Fuck me deeper,” she begged.
He thrust high and hard until she dug her fingernails into his biceps. Rolling her head, she moaned for him, then panted.
“Is that what you want?”
“You forgot the fast part.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her feet over his bare butt. Then she bit his shoulder. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted.
And he couldn’t hold back. She drove him over the edge with the scent of her arousal, the heat of her body, her chant in his ear, and that sweet, heated voice made him insane. He fucked her hard, fast, deep, until the muscles of his arms shook. Then he didn’t know his name, or where he was, only that she was everything he needed, the woman he wanted to love, to cherish, and he lost himself inside her.
TRINITY had never woken flush against a man. She’d always remained separate. That way she could slip out of the bed without waking him and transform herself back into the perfect Trinity again.
Water, merely droplets off the trees, pattered on the roof. Scott shifted, flexed, and his cock rode the crease of her butt. He’d woken her twice in the night to have her do naughty things to his body and do even naughtier things to hers.
“You’re insatiable.” She whispered, in case he was asleep and this was a morning woody, as she’d heard it called.
“I haven’t actually slept with a woman in so long that I had a hankering for a little wakeup nookie.” He plied her nipple, then slowly rolled her over to face him.
It was dark still, and she felt her way along his jaw with fingertips alone. Slightly rough, stubbled, then the smooth, warm feel of his lips. She hadn’t even brushed her teeth, yet she wanted to kiss him. And she did.
It was good, perfect. So perfect that in fact it was a little scary. She could get used to this, used to him. She could actually love waking up next to him all the time.
“No nookie,” she murmured against his mouth. “You have to drive me back to my car so I can go home and get ready for work.”
“Take the day off.”
God, she was tempted.
Last night, he’d ruined her for all time. More important, though, she realized she could still have it all. The naughty phone calls, the kinky trysts. No one had to know. All her dirty little secrets didn’t have to be aired. She and Scott could go on as they had before.
“I’ve missed this so much,” she admitted freely. Then she tipped her head back and smiled up at him. “I don’t know why I was worried about telling you my name. It hasn’t changed a thing. In fact, it’s better.” She licked his nipple, loving the delicious, heady taste of his skin. “We can be naughty like this, then go off to our regular lives knowing we’ve got this hot little secret.” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “Maybe you should tie me up next time.” The possibilities were endless.
NICE by day in her vanilla world, naughty by night with him.
Scott wanted to howl as he watched her drive off in her sporty red Mustang. Her scent still filled the car, and the taste of her good-bye kiss linge
red on his lips. He’d gotten her name, but nothing else. While he’d fallen off the deep end for her, she was still wading in the shallows. Knots tied up his gut. The possibility hung out there that he would always be the one more committed.
She’d missed this. Not him. This. Hot sex. Nothing more.
Love wasn’t supposed to be this fucking hard.
19
“HELLO?” Harper’s voice crackled as he answered his cell.
“Meet me at noon outside Vatovola’s,” Trinity said.
“Why?”
She didn’t owe him an explanation. “Just be there, Harper.” If he was blackmailing Scott to get to her, she’d pull the plug. Last night with Scott had been so perfect, and she would not let Harper hurt him. Ever.
A couple of hours later, close to noon, it was raining as Trinity dashed from her car to the green-striped awning of Vatovola’s. For the winter, the outside tables had been moved, but there stood Harper, his gray suit tailored and pressed, his blond hair recently cut, not a lock out of place.
Looking the other way, he tapped his umbrella impatiently on the concrete, then glanced in her direction. And smiled.
The smile ticked her off. As if he believed that because she’d done the calling, all was forgiven.
“I asked, but they didn’t have a reservation,” he said.
“That’s because I didn’t make one. What I have to say isn’t going to take long, then I’m going to grab a bite at the bar.”
“Oh.” He shot her a hurt little moue.
Which irritated her, too. God, why was everything making her see red around him? She was over Harper and what he’d done. She’d admitted to herself that she’d married in haste and made a mistake. So why did seeing him turn her raw on the inside?
Because everything was so perfect with Scott after last night, but what if he was another bad judgment? She’d jumped quickly into marriage with Harper so no one else, not her father, not Faith, would have the chance to disapprove. What if that were the reason for Scott to be a secret? Because someone might disapprove, and she wouldn’t be able to stand firm against it. That’s why Harper rubbed her raw, because he made her think.
“I’ll make this quick,” she said, biting down on her anger. “If you’ve taken pictures in order to blackmail me into giving you a settlement, you can forget it. I don’t care what you do with those pictures.” Unless they hurt Scott.
“What pictures?”
She stepped closer. His blue eyes were like cracked crystal, a peculiarity she’d once found attractive, and he’d always worn the most delicious aftershave. That was just the outer shell. “I’m not falling for it. You know what pictures.”
Something shimmered on his cheeks, a slight sheen of sweat or raindrops that hadn’t dried. “My car.” He pointed his umbrella. “Can we talk there?” He glanced over his shoulder.
Trinity realized they were silhouetted against the front windows of Vatovola’s for all to see and speculate, yet she was still loathe to get in his car.
Which felt like a sign of weakness. “I only have a few minutes.”
Harper beeped his remote, and she climbed into the passenger side of his late-model luxury car. At least he hadn’t bought that with her money while they were married. He’d come with it.
Light raindrops pattered on the windshield, and their breath steamed up the inside glass.
“I don’t know what pictures you’re talking about, Trinity. I’m not blackmailing you. I would never blackmail you. Believe it or not, I actually care about you.”
He was such a liar. “I won’t let you get away with it. Daddy’s lawyers will—” She cut herself off midthought. She wouldn’t use Daddy’s lawyers. She’d handle this herself. She wasn’t a weakling who needed to turn to Daddy whenever something went wrong. “I want you to back off, Harper.”
Leaning back against the door, he hooked a leg up onto the seat. “I messed up our marriage, Trinity.”
He sure did.
“I never meant to hurt you. It wasn’t my idea in the first place, but I needed the money.” He blinked. “I thought I could do it all without hurting you. Because I liked you.”
“But you didn’t love me.”
“No.”
Trinity digested that a moment, surprised to find it didn’t hurt. “I didn’t love you either.”
Once the words were out, she realized how dreadful they sounded said aloud. She’d married a man for her own selfish purposes. No matter how it ended, she was also a guilty party.
“I knew you didn’t,” he said softly.
“You couldn’t have known.”
“You never lost control with me, Trinity. You always made sure your makeup didn’t run or your hair get out of place.” He put out a hand to touch, withdrawing when she flinched. “You were never passionate about me, Trinity.”
That stabbed her through the heart, because it was true. She felt so much passion with Scott from the beginning, even when he was just a physical obsession. You didn’t have to feel passion to feel love, but the awful truth was she’d never felt anything for Harper. “You were passionate about me?”
“No, I wasn’t. You see . . .” He tipped his head, his gaze tracing her features. “I was always in love with someone else.”
All the air seemed to be sucked right out of the car. She’d never been Harper’s perfect little wife. She’d been his perfect little patsy. “The woman in the shower?”
“We needed the money to get out of some financial problems.”
“What about the money that disappeared from your last business deal?” Daddy had checked on him.
Harper blinked, toyed with the cuff of his pants where he’d put his leg up on the seat. “I was never very good at business, and I lost everything for my investors.” He finally looked at her. “I didn’t steal it.”
It explained one thing, but not everything. “But she knew you were marrying me for my money?”
“It was her idea to find a rich woman.”
Trinity couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea, let alone have an emotion about it. “She didn’t care that you were going to have to fuck me?”
He yanked back, flush up against the door. “You’ve never used that word.”
“It’s a perfectly good word.” She said it again for good measure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Then she beamed him a malicious little smile. “There, see how easy it is?”
It struck her that she’d loved saying it for Scott. It had an entirely different meaning with Harper.
“I’m sorry, Trinity. Honestly, I didn’t want you to find us like that.” He seemed so sincere, his eyes a pale blue, pleading for forgiveness.
“Apologizing isn’t going to get you any money.”
“I know that.”
“So it was all for nothing.”
“Actually, my . . .” He glanced at her, weighed his words. “She found someone that’ll work out the way we need it to.”
“You mean, she married some poor slob for his money?”
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